Offering Salted Fish To Master

Liao Tingyan later realized that he had been confessed.

If you say "you are like this, so are me", you should obviously turn it around. He meant "because I am like this, so you are like this". Really a confident boss.

It’s just that when someone else’s boyfriend talks about love, he always has to be more affectionate, he doesn’t, he just said casually, his attitude is very wrong.

And after speaking, without waiting for her reaction, she let go of her hand and went straight to the pile of things she took out.

My only male friend? Did you give me no time to respond? ——Although she hasn't thought about what to say, she can't even deprive her of the opportunity to speak?

Sima Jiao clicked on that live mirror, and activated this spiritual weapon that had not been opened for more than ten years. The quality of this product is still very good. It turned on quickly and showed the picture.

In the fairyland of green mountains and green waters, a group of albino animals are drinking water by the blue lake. Liao Tingyan became interested in an instant and leaned over to take a look.

Sima Jiao gave her the mirror, "I made it for you before, what do you call it a ‘live mirror’."

Liao Tingyan thought to himself, my previous small days seemed to be pretty beautiful, and they were all broadcast live. She watched for a while and swiped unconsciously, and the camera changed. The picture suddenly turned into a piece of scorched earth. There were black long sticks on the scorched ground, and one or two heads were hung on every long stick that was randomly inserted diagonally on the ground.

The head of the person exposed to the wind, rain and sun showed a strange evil. This large cemetery suddenly appeared in contrast with the fairyland in the previous scene, and Liao Tingyan almost threw the mirror out.

Sima Jiao stretched out his hand and swiped lightly, changing the picture calmly, and said casually: "Many of the places that were originally selected are now ruined, and there is nothing to look at. Next time I will change a few places for you."

The next picture is a piece of ruins of broken pavilions and towers, overgrown with grass. Only from the fragments of fine murals and the faintly recognizable scale can one tell the magnificence of the past.

Sima Jiao glanced at it, "Oh, it seems that somewhere in Gengchen Immortal Mansion, it has become so dilapidated."

Liao Tingyan remembered the news he had heard in the market before, that the predecessor of the demon Lord Sima Jiao was the ancestor Cizang Daojun of the first immortal mansion in the cultivation world.

It is said that he has been in a demon due to improper cultivation, so his temperament has changed drastically, killing many monks in Gengchen Immortal Palace, and ruining the underground spiritual veins of Gengchen Immortal Palace, turning a good spiritually-filled human fairyland into a deadly grass. Scorched wasteland.

It is said that the former center of Gengchen Immortal Mansion was a hundred li away, but now no one dares to set foot, and that huge Immortal Mansion quickly collapsed, but it fattened the rest of the cultivation world.

Over the years, I heard that the realm of cultivation can be described as a carnival of all sects. There is a sea of ​​joy everywhere. Every sect has benefited more or less. Several very capable sects of cultivating immortals don’t know how many resources have been collected from Gengchen Immortal Mansion Baby goes back, it can be said to be rich. Gengchen Immortal Mansion sacrificed one, and thousands of families were happy.

Because this matter is too big, related news is spread so far in the Demon Realm that is so far away from the cultivation world. Liao Tingyan used to work at the Rouge Stage, and he often heard people talk about these gossips and everything.

Why are there piles of corpses in Gengchen Immortal Mansion? The circling scavengers have not scattered for many years, like dark clouds in the air, more like a demon domain than a demon domain. The giant city of Gengchen Immortal Mansion has now been blown up, and so many gorgeous palaces have been turned into ashes.

At the beginning, Liao Tingyan thought these people's gossip descriptions were too exaggerated, but now it seems...not exaggerated at all. From a small glimpse, she felt that the hair on the back of her neck was standing up after only seeing a few sporadic pictures.

These days, every time she feels that Mr. Sima is a harmless cat through daily dealings, he will suddenly show a vicious side, turning into a tiger with a dazzling eye, and turning his eyes into a laser cannon.

Liao Tingyan imagined Sima Jiao bombing the palace like a bomber, and glanced at Sima Jiao next to him.

Sima Jiao didn't seem to notice her small movements. He didn't rush and stroked his fingers on the mirror at random. Liao Tingyan looked at the ruined walls and listened to the culprit behind them. He said indifferently: "It seems that the Gengchen Immortal Mansion has indeed fallen in recent years, and the large city on the periphery is also desolate... Well, the flag of Chishuiyuan is hung here, and the development is not bad."

"This place was originally a song and dance band that you often watched. There are different actors singing and dancing every day. Now it seems that they have changed their lives and changed to an inn...Look at it. This is the logo of Baidi Mountain. "

"It's still here."

Stopped on a busy picture of a large kitchen.

The bomber in Liao Tingyan's head stopped for a while, she looked at the live mirror for a while, and sucked in silence.

The smoke and fire in the big kitchen are very close to the people, and it is also very appetizing. The steamed meat that has just been brought out of the steamer is mixed with sauce, and the red meat is thick sauce; some kind of meat is sizzling and it is torn into pieces. In the form of sticks, sprinkled with unknown seasoning powder, the boy serving the vegetables next to him sniffed the odor and swallowed fiercely. There are also bright spots adorned with red sweet soup, soft noodle cakes and so on. There are countless dishes that are delicious just by looking at them.

Liao Tingyan: "..." Demon Realm's food is really no match for the cultivation world.

She was sighing, her eyes were attracted by Sima Jiao next to her again. He seemed not interested in the hot kitchen and gourmet food, and from the pile of clutter he found the number villain 123.

He had a little forehead on the wooden man, and the three little men grew up on the ground, with round arms and legs and a big round head. One of the three little guys picked up a hammer that beat his back, and went around at the feet of Liao Tingyan. One sat at Sima Jiao's feet, tilted his head, and looked at them with a mocking emoji.

Another smiling villain looked around, found Liao Tingyan's unpeeled melon seeds, and stuffed it in front of the mocking villain, and the mocking villain immediately began to peel the seeds.

The smiling little man went to the side and began to sort out the mess that Liao Tingyan had turned out. Something rolled to Sima Jiao’s feet. It also leaned over to pull the corner of La Sima Jiao’s clothes and picked up the white jade medicine bottle and put it back. .

Sima Jiao seemed to feel that the taunting villain peeling melon seeds at his feet was a bit in the way, and kicked it lightly with his toes, expressing the meaning of "peeling off at the same time."

Liao Tingyan pointed to the three villains, some guesses: "This is what I did..."

Sima Jiao pointed to two of them, "You made it." Then he pointed to the one at his feet, "I made it."

Oh, it turns out that we used to make people together.

Watching this scene, Liao Tingyan felt inexplicably that he was like a scumbag who abandoned his wife for so many years.

"Can I still remember my previous memories?" Liao Tingyan hesitated and asked. According to the general method of amnesia, you will remember it, sometimes after bumping your head, sometimes after experiencing a moment of life and death, anyway, you have to remember it sooner or later, otherwise the plot will not be sour.

Sima Jiao fiddled with the clutter, "It doesn't matter whether you think of it or not, it's not a long time, and there is nothing too important for you to remember."

Hao, you said yes. Liao Tingyan relaxed a little. If Mr. Sima Jiao was looking forward to her regaining her memory, she felt very stressed.

Many modern social animals cannot bear the expectations of others and are particularly tired. It is better to let the flow go.

Liao Tingyan felt that she could not put on her pants and deny people just because she didn't remember, and she still had to take responsibility, so she tried to ask: "Then how did we get along before?" It's also a good reference.

Sima Jiao said, "That's it."

Liao Tingyan: "That's it?"

Sima Jiao: "That's it."

Although Liao Tingyan's expression was very serious, something less serious appeared in her mind. She cleared her throat, "Then let me ask, do we have that?"

I already knew which Sima Jiao she was talking about, sitting on the couch next to him, deliberately lazily asking: "Which?"

Liao Tingyan: "That's...that, premarital sex?"

Sima Jiao leaned on the couch and blinked, "Yes."

Liao Tingyan: "Hiss——" No, there are pictures in my mind.

Sima Jiao: "There are many more."

Liao Tingyan: "His--" The picture in his mind couldn't help but began to move in the direction where coding was needed.

Sima Jiao: "Together with dual repairs."

Liao Tingyan: "Hiss——" The picture was a little imaginative, so it was shaky.

Sima Jiao: "You are back now, it should be the same as before." He collapsed on the couch, with black hair leaning on the pillow like running water, and made a posture of'you know, come like before.'

Liao Tingyan inhaled loudly: "Hiss——" The screen became a blocked exclamation mark picture.

Sima Jiao couldn't help it anymore, turned his face sideways, and laughed, shaking his body and shaking his chest. He lay there in a mess, his sleeves and robe hanging on the ground, one foot raised on the couch, the other stepped on the ground, bending his fingers against his forehead.

That neck, that clavicle, that side face, and that slender figure made people feel an inexplicable urge to jump on him and roll into a ball.

"Come on." Sima Jiao smiled enough, staring at her, "just to consolidate your cultivation in the refining period."

Liao Tingyan: "Double repair?"

Sima Jiao just smiled and looked at her.

Liao Tingyan: "You wait first."

She rummaged in her own space for a while, trying to find out if she could be brave enough to find alcohol. After searching for a long time, she found a jar from the corner, opened the red seal, and tried to scoop a spoon out to drink. It was spicy and unpleasant. It was indeed the wine. She drank two more spoons. Seeing that Sima Jiao kept looking at herself strangely, she tried to ask, "You want too?"

Sima Jiao glanced at her wine jar, "No, I don't need a...yang." His tone was very strange, and he laughed as soon as he finished speaking, as if he couldn't help it anymore.

Liao Tingyan thought of something, turned over at the bottom of the wine jar, and then she froze at what was turned over.

No, why did she use aphrodisiac wine before? Isn't this thing for men to drink? She couldn't help but look at a certain part of Sima Jiao.

The violent storm in the brain——the cultivators also have this hidden disease? No, do I know some incredible secret?

Sima Jiao slowly stopped smiling, and he stared at her blankly.

Liao Tingyan: "I think this must be a misunderstanding!"

In fact, it was really a misunderstanding. She had stocked everything before. This jar of wine was given by a shopkeeper after she had bought a lot of fruit wine. In the end, the sweet and sour fruit wine was drunk, and there was only one jar left. After knowing what it was, I threw it into the corner, and I didn't need it anyway.

But now, who cares whether it is a misunderstanding or not, as a couple, there is always a bit of misunderstanding.

Sima Jiao sat up and made a gesture to stand up.

When most people see this terrible scene, their reaction is definitely to step back or run quickly. Liao Tingyan is not. She changed from the old sloppy, quickly stepped forward, and pressed Sima Jiao to push him back, "Calm down, don't be impulsive! "Anxiously, Shengzhi posted a heart-clearing charm on his forehead.

When doing this, Liao Tingyan still felt a little familiar, as if he had done it before.

Sima Jiao sneered and tore off the Qingxin Talisman on his forehead.

...

When he woke up, Liao Tingyan saw a large bamboo shadow and a red maple leaf outside the window.

Are there bamboos and maple leaves outside the Forbidden Palace in Winter City? It seems not, it should be a piece of white.

Liao Tingyan was shocked and sat up from the bed. She suspected that she had been overworked and had hallucinations, but she realized that she was not. The elegant room in front of her was not the Forbidden Palace of Winter City.

She wore a thin silk garment, as light as nothing, and pressed against her skin like a stream of water. She stepped on the floor and walked to the floor-to-ceiling carved algae-painted wooden lattice, and saw green bamboo, red maple, blue sky and white clouds outside. There is also misty smoke, Qingdai in distant mountains, and a small clear lake at the foot.

Where is this? She touched her face out of the mirror.

It was the same face, but there was a tooth mark on the neck.

She leaned against the wooden fence and looked out, her foot was suddenly caught, and she fell forward into the water.

There was a water ghost with black hair, black clothes and white face in the water, "I finally woke up."

Liao Tingyan wiped the water off his face and climbed to the shore, halfway up and he was hugged by someone and swiped into the water.

"Go up later." said the water ghost.

Liao Tingyan looked at him, "Cats don't like bathing and soaking."

Sima Jiao: "What do you mean?"

Liao Tingyan quickly changed the subject, "Where is this?"

Sima Jiao: "There is that big kitchen in the live broadcast mirror."

Liao Tingyan: "...the realm of comprehension?"

Sima Jiao: "Yes."

Liao Tingyan: "Hiss——"